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Chapter 100 Waiting (Part [-])

"Uh, okay, let me say. The poem you wrote. Well, it's that poem. It's a bit incomprehensible." Chen Cheng glanced at Ouyang again, and found that he still had that flat expression, As if there was no change in emotion, he continued cautiously: "Well, well, can you write it in a way that people can understand? After all, poetry is written for others to read, not deliberately for people to guess. .”

Ouyang thought about the same reason, nodded his head: "Okay, I will try my best. Do you have any suggestions?"

"Is there more? Uh, I haven't thought of anything else. How about—you can ask someone else or the teacher?" Chen Cheng made a bitter face. What's the matter?Inexplicably caught by Ouyang to ask these inexplicable questions.

"Well, I'll ask the teacher carefully later." Ouyang nodded thoughtfully, it seems that he should really ask the teacher for advice.

"Are you really going to ask?" Chen Cheng didn't expect Ouyang to become serious about his casual suggestion.

"Of course, otherwise what do you think?" Ouyang gave Chen Cheng a strange look. Didn't he make this suggestion for himself?And said it twice.

"Uh, okay. You can ask yourself." After Chen Cheng finished speaking, he took out his mobile phone to play games again.

"Yeah." Ouyang glanced at Chen Cheng, and didn't say anything else.Take out another notebook and re-copy the poem in another notebook.Show it to the teacher later, how can Ouyang have the nerve to show the teacher a messy draft?

After copying, Ouyang took the notebook and ran to the office excitedly, wanting to show it to the Chinese teacher.When he walked to the door of the office, he found that there was no Chinese teacher in the office, and he felt a little lost in his heart.

"Why aren't you here?" He buried his head and walked back to the classroom.

"Could it be that I read it wrong?" He secretly guessed, and couldn't help but glance over at the office.But there is still no Chinese teacher inside.His mood was a little low, and he went there full of joy, but he didn't see the Chinese teacher. How could he not feel a little bit disappointed?

"Well, it's not that she won't come to school, anyway, I'm not in a hurry for this moment." Ouyang comforted himself.

His heart skipped a beat, as if he had thought of something, he subconsciously quickened his pace and walked towards the classroom.He came to the timetable, browsed it carefully, and saw when the Chinese class would be held today. Wouldn't he be able to show it to the Chinese teacher then?
"There are still two classes for the Chinese class." Ouyang sighed slightly, his eyes were a little sad.

"Isn't it just two classes? Could it be that I can't even wait for two classes?" His eyes brightened again.

So, he returned to his seat and waited, feeling a little anxious and uneasy.In the following class, he no longer had the mind to listen to the teacher on the podium, because his heart was suffering while waiting.And when the bell rang, he rushed out of the classroom like an arrow and ran towards the office, but he still didn't see the Chinese teacher.He wandered around again, waiting for the teacher's arrival, and when the class bell rang again, she still didn't show up, and Ouyang felt even more lost.

"Won't she come?" He subconsciously asked himself again.

"No, won't the next class be Chinese?" He shook his head slightly.

Ouyang glanced at the teacher on the podium again, seeing him explaining passionately on it, but Ouyang didn't feel a little bit in his heart.Because his mind is not here.

The bell for the end of get out of class rang again, this time Ouyang's whole heart was excited.He knew that he would be able to see the Chinese teacher this time, and he could finally take a step towards the palace of poetry.

He hurried to the office, but still didn't find her.

"Wait a minute, she's coming." He calmed his restless heart.

Time passed slowly, and he finally saw the Chinese teacher who came belatedly.

(End of this chapter)